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ok.  maybe i am a misogynist.

naahhhh.  i make big joke.  you no laugh (you’re supposed to say that as tonto would:)

but,  in all fairness,  i don’t know what it is.  maybe it’s because when you haven’t actually met someone in person there’s no sense of it being real???  and people don’t feel the need to be real???  personally,  that mentality just doesn’t do it for me.

i have atleast a thousand better things to think and worry about than something as trivial as ‘myspace dating’ but let’s talk about it for just a second…

myspace is one huge meat market.

i had never even been on myspace before i started writing this thing (meaning my blog.)  i thought it would be a good way to steer traffic towards it.  i had no idea i was going to be bombarded by single women…

believe me,  i’m not complaining.  as a single man,  i love single women.  it’s good to know that there are throngs of horny, single babes out there.  what i need to keep in mind though is that all of the same hurdles and roadblocks one encounters in the real world also transfer to the cyber-world.  what the fuck???

i was stood-up last night… 

this very cute girl contacted me.  we exchanged a few emails.  she befriended me (on myspace) and we’ve now been,  somewhat sporadically,  writing each other back and forth for over a month.  i have never met her.  even so,  she invited me over to her house for dinner last night.  i was more than a little surprised.  she told me she’d call.  i told her i’d be waiting by the phone.  obviously i was not though this is more due to the fact that i carry a cell phone than anything else.  believe me, every time a fly farted i was checking my phone to see if that was it vibrating.   needless to say she never called.  i woke up this morning to an email from her saying she was sorry but blah, blah, blah…

unless there was physical injury or death,  i don’t care what ‘came up.’ 

all of you big ball swingers out there need to remember…no phone call,  no thanks.  it doesn’t matter how hot the particular girl is.  there’s a cooler,  hotter babe that will treat you with respect waiting around the next corner.

we have way too much self-respect to allow others to treat us without any…